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A slap can say a lot of things, given the circumstances and the parties involved. To some, a slap in the face can say “I love you.” It can say, “you’ve fucked up.” It can say any number of things in between. But something it will always convey is “you’re Mine.”
The control and the ownership that is inherent in that one motion can be overwhelming. I love her enough to discipline her when she needs it. She's mine, to be punished when i choose to punish her, to hurt her as she feels necessary, to love always, in general, to do with as He wishes.
No matter the reasoning behind it, to a girl who is owned, a slap will always remind her that she is owned, and if she’s owned, why should He not do with her as He pleases? To anyone who has ever been on her knees willingly, a reminder of being owned is a reminder of being loved.
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"Spread. Now." I command, tapping your thigh.
You blush, knowing you are being put on display for our audience.
You spread your knees, making sure you present your pussy to the audience.
Your cheeks heat up even more as you feel a drop of your arousal seep out of your pussy and trail down your thigh.
"Look at how pathetic she is," I brag to the crowd, "dripping like a bitch in heat."
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×.•°☆ you are on public transport, that makes you public property. it was silly of you to wear a bra in the first place, dummy ☆°•.×
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As a pair of Tits. It is your role to help keep silly ideas like feminism out of the heads of other Tits. If you come across one of these silly feminists, you should lead them to a Man to help fuck those silly beliefs away. In an emergency though, your tongue will suffice.
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